The scorching sun roasted his back feathers, and Zhou Jiu flew to the grove to stand on the treetops, shaking his hair.

A few days ago, Zhou Jiu still felt a little uncomfortable in the sun, and he always flew over these days, and it seemed that he had also come out of exercise, and he was used to it.

The squirrel was sleeping on the tree at the moment, this was the first time Zhou Jiu saw the squirrel sleeping outside, he got closer, and was surprised to find that this squirrel actually didn't snore when sleeping outside.

That's right, if the squirrel is wandering outside, it snores as soon as it sleeps.

Isn't it just telling its predators nakedly: I'm here, come and eat me!

It's just that in this way, this habit is quite cheap.

When you sleep outside and can't sleep well, don't snore.

When I entered someone else's house, the bed was soft and warm, but I had to snore loudly.

Zhou Jiu glanced at the sleeping squirrel angrily, but he still didn't wake it up, but turned his head to look at a few sparrows foraging on the ground.

Sparrows are arguably the most common birds in the city.

Zhou Jiu always sees sparrows in the community, and he always sees sparrows foraging among the fallen leaves in this grove.

A layer of fallen leaves on the ground was turned over by them, and they looked down and pecked from time to time, and they didn't know if they had turned over something to eat.

Zhou Jiu didn't have the eyesight to watch birds, so at first, even he didn't realize that he was a starling.

Zhou Jiu, like many ordinary people, basically knows so many kinds of birds, such as sparrows, parrots, swallows, turtledoves, pigeons, ......

As for the others, they are collectively referred to as birds.

Zhou Jiu thought the sparrows were quite cute, chubby, fluffy small balls, which could be seen everywhere.

They ate the bread crumbs on the floor and the grains of rice under the table, and they looked like they were well fed.

Chirping, jumping over and over happily all day long, silly and silly, is probably the optimist among birds.

Of course, in the process of reading, in many literary works I read, those poets and writers are more inclined to "ambitious" birds such as Kunpeng and peacocks.

Occasionally, the sparrow is brought out of the scene, and the central meaning is always to express "the ambition of the bird".

But aren't all birds birds?

Whether the feathers are beautiful or not, whether they fly high or not, the number of them, and the sound of chirping.

It's not all about their innate race and genes.

If these birds could think and understand these articles, they would probably roll their eyes to the sky.

Zhou Jiu thought about it, and suddenly he was happy.

To be honest, out of the air-conditioned room, it's hot everywhere outside.

It was also hot inside the grove, but the wind from the forest made the temperature between the groves a little cooler than the temperature of the direct sun outside.

Zhou Jiu stood on a shady branch facing the wind, letting the wind blow through the gap between its feathers.

The cool wind blowing and the feeling of every feather being swept make the bird feel very comfortable.

In the woods, the fragrance of the leaves and the slight bitterness of the trunk are intertwined with the dry smell of fallen leaves, forming another kind of woods that can only be smelled in the woods.

The gentle sound of the wind in my ears and the cry of sparrows from time to time made the forest even more quiet.

Zhou Jiu combed his feathers and stayed peacefully on a shady camphor branch to blow the wind.

In the evening, Xu Yin led the husky and came back from outside.

Zhou Jiu watched them go all the way into the corridor and didn't follow.

It's not fun to keep up, so let's go do something else.

For example, go and see persimmons.

Zhou Jiu flew to his persimmon tree, stared at the persimmon on the south-facing branch, looked left and right for a while, and under the sun for several days, the persimmon seemed to be a little red again.

Zhou Jiu was satisfied, and unconsciously, he flew to the windowsill of Uncle Zuo's house.

As soon as he landed on the windowsill of Uncle Zuo's house, Zhou Jiu heard the chirping and meowing cats, dogs, and birds singing.

Uncle Zuo's family has many pets, so much so that in order to ensure enough space for pets to move, Uncle Zuo bought two houses and opened them directly and turned them into a whole big house.

At this moment, it is the time for the pets to have dinner, the cats in the family are around a large plate, and the birds in the family are gathered in front of a food bowl, only the dog in the house, a food bowl for a dog, and the food bowl that belongs to the big golden retriever is far away from all pets.

At a glance, I can see that Uncle Zuo's dogs are more naughty, especially the big golden retriever, and all animals are far away, lest they exist.

The big golden retriever looked very aggrieved to eat, and after eating two bites, he looked up from time to time to look at the pile where the cats gathered, the pile of birds gathered, and the pile of dogs in the distance.

There was a humming and aggrieved sound in his nose, he lowered his head and took two bites, then raised his head and looked left and right.

Uncle Zuo, who was packing up his things and passing by the living room, saw the aggrieved appearance of the big golden retriever looking around, and reprimanded: "Big fat eat well, don't always look around!"

The big golden retriever reluctantly lowered his head and took two bites, and saw that Uncle Zuo had entered.

He continued to raise his head, looking to the left and to the right.

Looking at it like this, he glanced at Zhou Jiu who was looking at the room on the windowsill.

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings as a greeting.

Flattered, the big golden retriever jumped onto the couch and howled like a ghost.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's going on?!"

Uncle Zuo walked out from the kitchen with a green kettle and a large shower with a white spout, and rubbed it on the head of the big golden retriever, "Be obedient, don't bark!"

The big golden retriever buried his head in Uncle Zuo's arms and began to sift the chaff.

Uncle Zuo: "Have a meal...... What's going on?"

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings indifferently, withdrew his gaze, and began to look at the place under his feet.

At his feet is the windowsill of Uncle Zuo's house, and the windowsill is not monotonous, and the two open windowsills are connected into a small garden.

The flower pots are full, a sea of green plants, and the density is appropriate.

There are common cacti, succulents, aloe vera, and less common peonies and orchids.

If you look closely, it seems that there will be flowers blooming on the windowsill of Uncle Zuo's house all year round.

Zhou Jiu began to pace on the windowsill, looking at the pots of flowers and plants.

Suddenly, I found a small seedling growing next to a pot of orchids, and at first glance, it was not an orchid seedling.

Zhou Jiu stretched out his paws and poked the trembling small seedling stem, and the small young shoots with two tender yellow leaves moved, and a small shadow fell and covered the flower pot.